GOING OFF TO WAR!!!!!

Young boy seventeen of age.
Says goodbye to his mother,
Her eyes full of tears and rage.
Grabs his sack of weapons and clothes,
Off to the blood thirsty war he goes.

Lined up in the trenches
Holding his guns,
Wondering if he will ever again
See his loved ones.
Generals yell to fire off a bomb,

The young boy looses his best friend Tom.
Leaving the trench,
Dead friend on his back,
The enemy lines throw down an attack.

Explosive bombs blow off his face,
falls down, gets up,
Keeps going with grace.
He loved his country, face and friends,
But because of the injury
He will never see again.


The war is over,
The young boy survived,
But he'd rather not
Feel guilty for his dead friends,
And him being alive.
Can not see, or taste but all he could hear,
Was his mother crying everynight,
"its ok dear".